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[angelgirlpoetry]

“Pixie”

There’s a girl inside

Who’s smile is yellow and raw

She kisses painted lips

And doesn’t choose to be alone

With her lace bras

And muscle tees

I think she could be the true me

[angelgirlpoetry]

I take pride in my fight

I don’t dwell in my raw deal

I only wish I knew not how it would feel

If I had been given the name of my father

How different my life would have been

My love wouldn’t be a joke

My lust wouldn’t be pretend

Sweaty bare skin in a mosh bit

The proud eyes of my father

The sound of his voice calling out to me, “son”

The means to care for my mother

Only the way that a man can

The role I could have played

If only blessed with the script

Instead he is sad, as I help him like a fair son

“You run, throw and fight like a girl,”

Whilst I carry logs of wood twice my size

I know with a stronger stature I wouldn’t match the strife

My lips could meet femininity during the day

Our kisses could see the sky and my grandparents

God wouldn’t shun our confession

Blessed would be our union

I crave that boyish smile

My short brown hair

With an angel running her fingers through

My sweet death is what could have been

I am both sides of a chess board

In a world built off the Italian card game

What if I’d been given my father’s name